The noise in the streets still disappeared, and only the wind whistle pulled by the cold wind became louder and louder in the dead silence of Yilan City.

Song Lanjiang held his breath and shrank in this dirty waterway that smelled of rancidity. It's damp, dark, and cold mixed with all the suffocating smells, but it's a place where Song feels safe.

Another hour passed, Yilan City had reached the dark night, and after a long time of motionless posture, the frozen Song Lanjiang was stiff all over, Song Lanjiang had been holding his breath and quietly listening to the slightest motive outside, now it should be safe, and he has reached the limit.

Song Lanjiang lowered his head and opened the baby girl's swaddling clothes with his mouth, she had a pair of black but immature eyes.

Song Lanjiang made several decisions in his heart, looking at the baby girl, he gave up again.

Song Lanjiang's eyes observed the movement outside through the gap in the lid on his head, and he held the swaddling clothes wrapped in the baby girl in his left hand, which should not have happened to Song Lanjiang.

It's really safe, Song Lanjiang moved his body a little bit and crawled out of the dirty ditch,

"Whew" Song Lanjiang lay on the ground, inhaling the cold, biting and fresh air.

It's good to be alive.

After resting for a long time, Song Lanjiang had time to take a closer look at the long knife in his right hand, and raised his right hand to take a closer look.

The danger just now made him forget this thing, and with the bright moonlight in the sky, Song Lanjiang saw that this long knife that was heavily entangled in chains from the handle of the knife looked impossible to pull out, and the black long knife that was longer than Song Lanjiang's body appeared in front of his eyes.

Song Lanjiang thought about it quietly, this long knife that couldn't be pulled out was a burden to him, and it was not as good as the dagger on his arm that he had polished himself to help.

When a man is dying, there is no restraint for him, Song Lanjiang decided to sleep well today, and tomorrow he will carefully wash up by the river, and find a sheep from other places in the market to make up a story about the ancestral treasure knife, and sell this long knife for money.

Compared with survival, he didn't pay attention to the trust of dying......

"Click. With a soft sound, the chains that had locked the handle of the knife suddenly moved like snakes! These chains rushed towards Song Lanjiang's arm, and kept wrapping around his right forearm. The barbs of the chains popped out and swam along with the chains like thorns, and the barbs instantly sliced through Song Barjiang's arm, rubbing his bones, and some of them burrowed into the flesh of his arm.

"Ahh

Heart-rending screams rang from the small alleys in the cold wind. Song Lanjiang, who did not scream even in an absolutely unfavorable environment, did let out an inhuman scream now, Song Lanjiang's face turned a miserable white color, and large drops of sweat in the cold wind came out of Song Lanjiang's body, and the clothes wet with sweat quickly formed a thin layer of ice armor.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and even if someone shouts in the distance, no one will hear it, and no one will hear the inhuman screams from the same alley.

Song Lanjiang's right hand had been blurred by the flesh and blood of the barbed thorns on the chains, his blood vessels were cut, and a large amount of blood flowed out, and his blood moved along the chains that kept swimming, and began to gather in the mouth of the fierce beast in the middle of the black hilt.

If Song Lanjiang sees it now, he will find that the eyes of the tiger-headed murderer on the handle of the knife are getting redder and redder, and the red is shining.

Song Lanjiang's cry of pain had disappeared, and all that remained of this thin body was convulsions and paleness. His body temperature was dropping, and his body began to be rapidly covered with a thin layer of frost.

A large amount of blood was pulled out of his body, converging along the chain into the mouth of the murderer who looked like a black hole, and the endless flow of blood seemed to be that the knife was about to completely drain Song Lanjiang's blood.

Song Lanjiang's aching eyes rolled and the corners of his mouth frothed, but his hand always held the swaddling cloth tightly and did not let go.

The chain wrapped around Song Lanjiang's arm stopped moving, and at this time, the chain and Song Lanjiang's arm had been completely connected, and the chain had taken root in the flesh of Song Lanjiang's arm. The chain shifted from the knife to Song Lanjiang's arm, revealing a long pitch-black knife inside, and the eyes of the fierce tiger beast that had gathered Song Lanjiang's blood lit up with a shining red light.

The cold wind was still blowing, and Song Lanjiang had lost his will, and he didn't know how long it had been.

"Nine Demon Bodies, did you wake me up?"

A majestic voice broke into Song Lanjiang's brain, and this voice made Song Lanjiang's body regain consciousness, and a warm current flowed through his arm like a stream.

Song Lanjiang waited for a while and felt that his body was completely recovered, he looked at the layers of chains from his right arm to his hand, and the wonderful patterns on the chains were still stained with bright red blood, and told him that he was not dreaming just now, and the red liquid on the chains was dripping drop by drop, and it was not frozen. Song Lanjiang looked at his wrist, and the blood was no longer flowing.

Song Lanjiang raised his hand to look at the black knife held in the palm of his hand, the eyes condensed by the blood of the fierce beast revealed an evil light, Song Lanjiang couldn't even think for a while to quickly let go of his hand, and wanted to throw away the knife, but his five fingers always pinched the handle tightly, and the entire right hand was no longer under his control.

Song Lanjiang looked back at the swaddling baby in his arms, the baby girl in the swaddling clothes was breathing softly, and the child was fine.

“......”

Song Lanjiang was silent, silently guarded, and returned to his instinct to endure and survive at all times.

"A kid of the Nine Demon Body, who just wanted to sell me, funny, hahaha. ”

After a long time, a cruel laugh sounded from Song Lanjiang's mind.

"It's funny, the child with the Nine Ghost Demons lives like a beggar, it's okay, you'll grow up. ”

The voice of the fierce beast sounded from Song Lanjiang's head again, but this time it was not so evil but full of intriguing flavors.

Song Lanjiang was still vigilant, and at the same time he was trying to control his arm, losing the control of his right hand, but Song Lanjiang had never been in the habit of sitting still.

Even if the voice of the fierce beast is not so evil, but Song Lanjiang will never relax, he has seen too many dark things in Yilan City, and most of the people who kill you will choose when you relax, if you make this mistake, Song Lanjiang will already become a cold corpse in the alley.

"Very good, always on the alert, calm and persistent desire to survive. ”

Before the words in his head fell, Song Lanjiang's right arm could move, he let go of his hand as soon as possible, threw the knife to the ground, and ran out of the alley with momentum.

The moment the knife left his hand, the strength of Song Lanjiang's whole body seemed to be withdrawn, and he fell straight to the ground.

The swaddling clothes in Song Lanjiang's arms also fell off because of his detachment. The swaddling clothes fell on the cold ground, and woke up the little baby girl inside, and immediately cried.

The baby who has been hiding from the chase with his parents can only make a weak cry, and the light one is about to disappear, Song Lanjiang, who also fell to the ground, heard the cry from the side in a drowsiness, he struggled to get up, gritted his teeth, and found the swaddling clothes that fell to the ground, he immediately dragged his body with his right arm that was still wrapped in chains, and crawled over.

Song Lanjiang slowly crawled over, and finally touched the swaddling clothes, he used his back to resist the cold wind, creating a small haven for the little girl.

"You're dying. ”

The beast's voice burst into his head again.

"If you want to sell me and throw me away, is the Nine Demon Body rare? Boy, if you don't die here now, I can't wait for another knife wielder. Or hold me and swear to be my knife bearer. ”

Song Lanjiang has no feeling in his whole body, his eyes are blurred, and the subtle wheezing sound is in his head, he has experienced countless dangers since he was a child, but this time he is so close to death, the biggest helplessness of the little people is how to escape death every day, Song Lanjiang doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

Song Lanjiang moved a few times with great difficulty, weakly stretched out his trembling right hand, and grasped the hilt with almost the last strength in his blurred eyes.

"I swear to be your knife bearer for the rest of my life....."

At this moment, there was a steady stream of warm currents from Song Lanjiang's right hand, his physical strength was slowly recovering, his body regained consciousness, and he could see it clearly.

Song Lanjiang was finally able to stand up, the chain on his right arm suddenly moved, a lock ring and the ring on the bottom handle of the black knife in his hand merged, and then the long knife slowly deformed in Song Lanjiang's eyes, Song Lanjiang's eyes widened in shock, and the black knife finally turned into a sleeve knife with the length of Song Lanjiang's arm.

"We can talk now. The voice of the fierce beast echoed in Song Lanjiang's mind again.